To the readers who have enjoyed this story to its current point-
My name is Angus. And SpookyCanary was my sister. Her real name was Elizabeth, or Lizzie, as I liked to call her. She struggled with keeping up with this story because she had fallen on some hard times and was couch hopping for a while, and then with working and overtime trying to earn enough for a new place, she just got really busy. However, she tried her hardest to do a bit of writing whenever she had the time to sit and do so, if inspiration happened to be striking her at that moment.
I write this note for you, to announce that three weeks ago, my sister, my sweet Lizzie and the baby of our family, was killed in a car accident on her way to work one early morning. It wasn't anyone's fault, no drunk drivers or recklessness, just a simple matter of a blown tire happening at the worst time and causing her car to run off the road and hit a pole. We miss her terribly. I came to her apartment, barely unpacked with some of her boxes still sitting taped up in her living room, and saw her laptop open to the work in progress chapter for this story.
I know that if my sister were here, she would hate letting a story go unfinished even if no one but she had ever seen it. But allowing a story that had already been seen and loved by others go unfinished without at least some form of explanation? She would never stand for it. So once I got over the tears that came at seeing the last work my sister would ever do, and seeing she had this site already open and logged in on her browser, I decided to write a letter to all of you.
She did not know you, and your numbers were few, but she spoke to me often, and any time an additional reader favorited her story, or sent her a DM to say they liked it, she said she felt like she had won a medal. So for what we have of her story, I hope very much that you enjoyed it, and thank you for making her feel like the brilliant award winning author I know one day she could have been.
-Angus